1Hey guys! I thought that I'd try my hand at a serious one-shot. I thought that I'd write something like this for your amusement. So here it is. I actually almost cried writing this, it just touched me.
Disclaimer: I own a copy of Twilight, but not the characters. sigh
BPOV:
Edward was taking me to Chicago for some reason. I reluctantly agreed after he unleashed the power of his eyes on me. So now we were in a taxi headed to some location that Edward wouldn't unveil to me. I turned to him; he had a somber expression gracing his features. I couldn't decipher the reason behind his expression.
"We're here" He said looking at me, and nodding to the extremely large Victorian mansion in front of us. I gasped, it was beautiful. The windows all had wooden shutters, painted a light shade of green, on either side of them. The door was a large mahogany door that looked inviting, the house itself sat on a manicured lawn with flowers surrounding the house and an apple tree sprouted in the far left corner of the lawn, the branches just barely making it to the side of the house. It looked like there was some sort of rose vine covering the right side of the house, gently climbing up its side, overall the house was completely gorgeous. I looked at Edward confused, was this where we were staying? He nodded.
"Come on" He said gently, easily taking both of our suitcases in one hand and placing his other one on my lower back, prodding me gently towards the house. When I stepped inside, I was astounded by the look of the inside.
When you first enter the house, there is a large wooden stair case with a red rug on the steps, and to the left there was a large room with two cream colored sofas and a coffee table in between them, with an arm chair off to the side. I assumed that this was the living room. To the right was a door, which Edward later explained was the kitchen. He led me upstairs and down a hall stopping in front of a door farthest from the staircase.
He opened the door and led me in, placing our suitcases on the floor by the door. Inside was a colossal king sized bed, next to a chest of drawers. Beside the door on the right, it looked like a closet was placed next to a nightstand with a basin and mirror on it. The room was painted a deep maroon color with a maroon duvet on the bed and cream colored sheets. The room was beautiful and a homely look to it.
"This was my room" Edward said, was? I thought. Then it dawned on me, we were in Chicago, where Edward was born. I almost fainted; he would share something like that with me?
"This used to be my parents room before I was born, but they thought since I was born in this room, that it should belong to me." He said smiling fondly at the room.
It made me feel oddly happy to know that I was standing in the room where Edward was born, like he wanted to share with me what little bit of his human life he had left.
"Come on, I have something I want to show you." Edward said leading me to the door, downstairs and out the front door. He began walking down the sidewalk, with me trailing behind him. Thank goodness it was a cloudy day. He continued walking and eventually reached a wrought iron gate which he opened and held for me, being the perfect gentleman he was, and began leading me to a certain section of the –what I now realized was a grave yard. He brought me to the far corner of it, and there stood the graves of Elizabeth Masen and Edward Masen Senior. I gasped when I saw the graves.
"Hello Mom, Dad. This is Bella" Edward said looking down on the graves and then crouching down so that he was eye level with them.
"I'm sorry that I got to live through that wretched disease and you didn't, but at least you're both together in heaven." He said smiling I felt a tear sliding down my cheek.
"I love you both very much" He whispered so low, that I almost didn't hear it, "But Bella makes me very happy, you would've loved her, I'm so sorry" He said lowly, his eyes filled with ancient sadness,
"I'm doing everything in my power, to make sure that I'll meet you again some day" He finished I bit my lip to keep from letting out a sob. He suddenly looked back at me like he had forgotten I was there. I smiled at him sadly.
He began to pick the weeds that had grown around the graves over time, and began cleaning the dirt from the head stones. I knelt down next to him and looked at the graves.
"I want to thank you for creating such a wonderful, gentlemanly, kind person, I am so grateful to you. Thank you for giving me your son, he is so wonderful." I finished sadly looking at Edward. He had finished tidying up the graves.
"I love you," He said to the graves before standing up, taking my hand and saying;
"Come on Bella, we should get going" with that he lead me back to the street.
I can't say how grateful I am for gaining your son, I know your looking down on him, and protecting him. I hope that he sees what I know you both and I see: A wonderful caring person with a beautiful soul, like no other I've seen. I really hope he sees it to.
Elizabeth Masen,
Edward Masen,
...Thank you..
Sorry about the 'no ending' thing but I've fixed it!
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